The dancers on the stage retreated, and a melodious piano sounded, accompanied by the sound of the piano, a petite woman in a black gauze jumped into the air, like a flying swallow volleying in the air, and the black gauze was puffed up by the air and hunted......

With a "buzz", the woman in black rotated three hundred and sixty degrees in the air, and then landed lightly on the stage, with a bright soft sword in her hand......

"Good!"

"Good !!"

Applause......

The crowd stopped talking and eating, and looked at the woman in black on the stage with great interest.

The woman in black put away her soft sword, stood up, and made four salutes in four directions with her fists clenched.

"Little girl Xiaoxiang Pavilion Little Feiyan, perform on stage."

"Wow...... It's really Little Feiyan......"

One of them shouted in surprise, apparently there were loyal fans of Little Feiyan below. The applause rang out again, and Xiao Feiyan on the stage smiled slightly and slowly put on a pose......

The sound of the piano is back up......

In the sound of the piano, the little swallow is sometimes like a bird, passing through the clouds, and sometimes like still water. The black gown danced, and the lights were dim......

……

Directly in front of the official ship on the second floor of the Acco, Rong Wang Zhao Jing and a man in his thirties and forties stood with their hands in their hands, through the window, calmly watching the performance on the stage below.

"Fifteenth brother, how is Xiao Feiyan's swordsmanship?"

The man in brocade smiled slightly.

"The swordsmanship is average, but the light skills are extraordinary...... The royal brother came this time, but there are trivial matters that need to be served by the younger brother. ”

Zhao Jing also smiled slightly.

The brocade-clothed man in front of him is none other than Zhao Ji, the emperor of the current Great Song Dynasty. The smile on the corner of Song Huizong's mouth was retracted.

"The fifteenth brother is wrong, no matter how extraordinary Xiao Feiyan's light skills are, all we have to see is her swordsmanship......"

"What the imperial brother taught!"

Zhao Jing nodded yes.

"I haven't seen Wanqi for a while, and the queen mother misses her. Has this girl's surname been restrained for a bit ......? ”

"There is a heart of Emperor Lao's brother and mother, and the younger brother has no way to discipline her, and today she has mixed up a good poetry meeting......"

"Haha...... This girl...... When I came, Huan'er also said that she would come and try it again with Wanqi......"

……

The moonlight was dim, and the southwest-facing sky, overcast, was already covered by a quarter. Occasional gusts of fresh air can be felt in the air.

Layers of shallow ripples ripple on the surface of the lake...... The little delphinium on stage has finished performing.

The next one to appear was Murong Qing'er who was in the rain and dust.

Murong Qing'er is a woman in green clothes, soft and weak, quiet and quiet...... To describe it in a sentence in the Red Mansion in later generations, the heart is more than the dry, and the sick and weak Xizi wins three points.

Murong Qing'er showed a kind of beauty that was not stained with red dust...... is like a fairy who has fallen from the dust by mistake, and her clothes are fluttering in the red dust......

Everyone watched with fascination.

Murong Qing'er's dance is so beautiful......

"Whoa......

Applause......

At this time, on a seat on the right in front of the stage, a middle-aged man with a pleasant demeanor couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart and stood up.

Murong Qing'er stood quietly on the stage, looking down, waiting for everyone's evaluation.

"Good!"

"Such a wonderful dance is rare in the world! Girl is very capable! ”

Fan Tong Fan Zhizhou praised. Several officials next to Fan Tong also stood up one after another, appreciating Murong Qing'er......

The four major celebrities in Bianjing really live up to their reputations, and a single little Feiyan or Murong Qing'er can compare all the celebrities in Luoyang City......

Murong Qing'er bent down and saluted, and when she was about to retreat, the middle-aged man who stood up earlier hurriedly spoke......

"Girl, please stay, Rong Lu will give a poem to express your heart!"

"Haha, the girl is fortunate to be favored by Mr. Donglai. Thank you ...... you yet."

Fan Zhizhou glanced at the middle-aged man and said with a laugh.

"Mr. Donglai? Could it be Mr. Lu Dazhong, the undertaker? ”

Everyone was shocked, this Lu Dazhong, also known as Lu Benzhong, has a low official position, but he is very famous, and he is a well-known university scholar and Confucian today, even those rich businessmen and giants are not seen if they want to see them.

Everyone couldn't help but focus on this middle-aged man, and at the same time glanced at the middle-aged man next to him, the man also exuded an elegant temperament, the previous poetry meeting was with Lu Benzhong, I heard that Lu Benzhong and Chao Chongzhi were friends, could it be that he was the great Confucian Chao Chongzhi?

Murong Qing'er's eyes lit up on the stage...... Quite surprised, she took the pure route of literary and artistic talents, naturally heard Lu Benzhong, and was a little excited, they came to make a wedding dress for her this time, and there must be a heavyweight beauty behind her, I didn't think that I could win the Oiran.

Unexpectedly......

If he can get the praise of the poems of the scholar Lu Benzhong, maybe he really hopes to win an Oiran......

Fan Zhizhou smiled, and Miss Murong smiled...... Lu also saw the girl's wonderful dance for a while, and couldn't help but say a few words, forgive me......"

Lu Benzhong hugged his fists and saluted everyone, applause rang out, Murong Qing'er looked at Lu Benzhong with hopeful eyes, if this Lu Benzhong made a masterpiece, no one behind him would surpass it, this Oiran ...... It's hers......

Lu Benzhong squinted at Murong Qing'er...... It's been brewing......

"Mulberry picking......

Hating the king is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west.

North, south, east and west, only follow each other and there is no separation.

Hates the king, but it is like Jiang Louyue, and he is full of losses for the time being.

When will it be full or lost, when will it be reunited! ”

There was silence in the room, and there was no noise......

Murong Qing'er's hands were clenched tightly, nervous...... Agitated...... Excited...... Shy......

In the Accord on the second floor of the official ship, King Rong Zhao Jing and Song Huizong Zhao Ji were also shocked......

This poem flows brightly, beautifully and naturally, and "Song of Long Hatred" writes farewell to death, so hatred has no end; This word is sketched away, so there is no regret when you return, only for reunion. The same moon, the emotions and expressions in the upper and lower films are different, so difficult and natural and appropriate, exquisitely conceived, without traces of carving. The two-word reunion undoubtedly revealed Lu Benzhong's love for Murong Qing'er.

Lu Benzhong made such a classic poem, obviously wanting Murong Qing'er to win the Oiran.

"Brother Huang, if this Lu Benzhong is like this, I'm afraid that Miss Li will not be able to win the Oiran......"

A smile appeared on the corner of Rong Wang Zhao Jing's mouth......

In this Oiran competition, the prize money is 1,000 taels of gold, and he is free to ...... It was tailor-made for the post-80s Shaolin abbot Li Shishi to get rid of the identity of Yiji...... If someone else takes the Oiran...... Song Huizong's face............

"It's okay, Misei is here too. It will surpass him! ”

Song Huizong said very calmly. The Meicheng he said was Zhou Bangyan, who was known as a halal layman.

"No wonder the royal brother is so calm......"

……

Backstage, in the musician's room, She Yi sat on a chair and watched a musician adjust the strings. The musician was a veiled woman dressed in black, whose age was unclear, but her instrument was very delicate and valuable. The status of ordinary musicians is relatively low, and it is impossible to have such valuable instrumental music. It should be the musicians accompanying the four famous ladies in Bianjing......

Just then, with a creak, the door opened...... It was An Yixue's personal maid Bingbing who came in. Bingbing walked up to She Yi and whispered in his ear.

She Yi nodded and stood up, and followed Bingbing out of the house. The two of them came to the door of a large room, this large house, which was the room where the beauties who performed on the stage put on makeup and rested. As soon as the two arrived at the door, a woman dressed in white walked out of the room, the woman glanced at She Yi with disdainful eyes, and walked along the passage towards the stage with the support of a maid.

This woman in white is none other than An Yixue, who is full of flowers. She already knew that Master Li was also here, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth...... Last year's Oiran competition in Bianjing made her fail, and this time, she wants to defeat Master Li completely!

Bingbing pushed open the door and walked in with She Yi.

"Jia Gongzi...... The slave family is so excited...... It's so alarming......"

An Yixue stepped forward and grabbed She Yi's sleeve.

"Ahem...... Miss Ann was very alarmed. ”

"Jia Gongzi doesn't know, the four celebrities of Bianjing are all present, and there is only one slave left in our Luoyang City...... So nervous......"

There were only An Yixue's master and servant and She Yi in the room, and An Yixue did not have the slightest scruples and held She Yi's arm.

She Yi glanced at An Yixue, didn't speak, and walked to the window. Through this window, you can see the performances on the ground stage.

At this time, Liu Ruyan appeared on the stage, and to She Yi's surprise, the musician who covered his face in the room before was actually An Yixue's musician.

Two women took to the stage one after the other...... Although Liu Ruyan did not start the performance, the applause was already like a tide......

Many wealthy businessmen and tycoons were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, shouting loudly......

"Like a ...... of smoke"

"Like smoke!"

"The girl like smoke will win!"

The two took the stage one after the other, and the woman in black behind sat on the ground with a piano in a corner of the stage.

Liu Ruyan smiled, and her eyes swept calmly over the people below...... finally landed on the middle-aged man next to Lu Benzhong and nodded.

The man nodded.

The noise stopped, and Liu Ruyan's eyes slowly closed...... A breeze blew, and her white gauze was blown up. The woman in black in a corner of the stage gently plucked the strings with her ten slender fingers......

"Wow!"

"It's actually the flute of Chinese New Year's Eve night......"

Someone below shouted in surprise, this piano song is the Liang Zhu that She Yi played on Chinese New Year's Eve. That night, everyone who heard this piece was impressed by it.

In the melodious sound of the piano, Liu Ruyan began to dance...... Her every gesture, every dance, and even every expression and look at her are completely in line with the sound of the piano......

Dark clouds in the sky covered half of the sky, and the bright moon was obscured by dark clouds......

A gust of wind blew, and the white gauze of the willow smoke was blown by the wind...... Exquisite dance steps, beautiful piano music...... It was all together in this moment......

At this moment, Liu Ruyan is the butterfly in Liang Zhu, dancing in the sound of the piano......

……

The sound of the piano stopped, and Liu Ruyan's dance stopped......

Quiet......

Surprisingly quiet......

Applause...... Many people stood up, applauded and shouted to their heart's content...... Liu Ruyan still has long arms, like a butterfly, looking up at the sky......

……

"What a beautiful song, what a beautiful dance ......"

In the Accord on the second floor of the big ship, Song Huizong couldn't help but praise it.

"This girl's dancing skills are indeed exquisite, and she is a few points stronger than Murong Qing'er before."

Rong Wang Zhao Jing smiled slightly and said calmly.

"If Lu Benzhong's words are written to this girl, Miss Li is indeed dangerous......"

Song Huizong shook his head, not knowing whether to regret or rejoice.

"Brother Huang, it's very early to assert at this time, don't forget that there is also a Chao Chongzhi on the side of Lu Benzhong, if Chao Chongzhi composes a poem for this girl...... Hehe......"

"Huh?"

When Song Huizong said this, King Rong Zhao Jing was really nervous......

……

On the stage, Liu Ruyan withdrew her arms and stood there quietly, staring affectionately at Chao Chongzhi beside Lu Benzhong......

The people present also roughly guessed Chao Chongzhi's identity, and almost everyone turned their eyes to Chao Chongzhi on Lu Benzhong's side......

The only Confucian who can be compared with Lu Benzhong on the scene is Chao Chongzhi, if he composes a poem for this Liu Ruyan...... If nothing else, this Oiran can be sure that it is Liu Ruyan......

Chao Chongzhi slowly stood up and touched the goat's whiskers with his hand......

"Okino ......"

Lu Benzhong on the side couldn't hold back...... Liu Ruyan's dance is stronger than Murong Qing'er, if you compose another poem for her...... Murong Qing'er didn't have a chance to be an Oiran......

"Don't blame this one......... For my brother, I can't bear to look like smoke, and the girl's sad eyes ......"

Chao Chongzhi laughed.

Lu Benzhong sighed and shook his head helplessly......

Liu Ruyan still looked at Chao Chongzhi with affection...... The girl playing the piano in the corner of the stage has retired...... Liu Ruyan was left alone.

Chao Chongzhi made a noise, opened the folding fan in his hand, and stepped forward...... I closed my eyes and pondered for a moment...... His eyes slowly opened, and his lips moved slightly...... Just about to read the first sentence...... A small voice came from behind him.

His face changed...... Standing there in a daze, half loud, gritted his teeth, and turned around...... Get back to your seat......

"Ah......h

Everyone exclaimed, quite surprised......

"Alas......"

Someone sighed......

Liu Ruyan's eyes were still staring at Chao Chongzhi motionlessly, her fists clenched, and slowly released...... The anger is undisguised......

Chao Chongzhi lowered his head, not daring to look at Liu Ruyan's eyes, as if he had done something wrong......

……

"Next, Luoyang City Rouge Pavilion An Yixue, Miss An ......"

……

The sky was completely obscured by dark clouds......

An Yixue walked out wearing a goose-yellow dress...... She Yi carried the wooden box on his back and followed behind.

An Yixue walked and swayed, her face was like a peach blossom, and her style was varied...... She Yi was dressed in cloth, with long hair covering his face, and strode forward, like a chivalrous swordsman......

The two are such a nondescript match, like the legendary Beauty and the Beast...... (To be continued.) )